Baumberger"-- he saw Peppajee's eyelids draw together--"tell men to go away.

Tell Peaceful he fight those men--in court.

You sabe.

Ask Great Father to tell those men they go away, no wash gold on ranch." He waited.
There is no hurrying the speech of an Indian.

Peppajee smoked stolidly, his eyes half closed and blinking sleepily.